holding the light….

I love this final lap of the year,
those last lingering miles
where scenes brushing quick past the window
slow and settle,
becoming nests and nuzzles
for the nexts to come

and I remember how my heart is wearing dresses
and it makes me twirl a little longer
beneath the moon
while the wind catches leaves and prayers
and lifts them fluttering
across evening  skies
thick with glory

and I want to hold this light in my heart
the way the monarch holds it in her wings
and the last roses linger longer
in it’s gaze

I want to wrap it warm
around this land that I love
and wrap her people in it snug
like children tucked in safe through the night,
nourished and warm and cared for and free

and I echo into darkness
light,  be.”

“I will not die an unlived life,
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing,
a torch,
a promise.
I choose to risk my significance
so that which comes to me as seed goes on to the next as blossom
and that which comes to me as blossom
goes on to the next as fruit.”
-Dwana Markova

“Stars and shadows ain’t good to see by.”
-Mark Twain,  Huckleberry Finn

linking with Emily
of  nourishing Imperfect Prose

and Susan at A Southern Daydreamer

Outdoor Wednesday: Click on the picture below to learn more...

 with Lorika
(cause couldn’t we all use some more orange this time of year)